Missing You

Hey, you.
Yes,
You.

Assalamulaikum.

I don't know if you're reading this, but this post I'm writing here is dedicated to you.

Why?
Because I miss you.

Yeah. It's been a year and half, but I still miss you.

I know you said ''No'' that day but I still can't get that fact through my head.
In my heart and my mind, there's still a space for you to fill.
There's still room for you.

I don't know why.
I don't know why I like you.
I don't know why I fell into you.

I just..

Do.

Hey, you're my first crush.
You're my first heartbreak.

Perhaps that's the reason that made you so unforgettable?

Do you remember when we first met?
It was a simple 'Hey' but that was what made me so attached to you.

I've seen you before that day. I know you're pretty. You're cute. But that's all.

So what made me like you so much?

It's..

Your voice. Yep.

Your soft voice that let out the simple 'hey'.

That was what started it all.

And then I started to be friendly to you.
So that we can become closer and closer.
The closer we were, the deeper my feelings was.
You're different.
In my eyes, you're not like the others.
You're something special.

I asked for your number and Facebook.

I texted you, called you, PM-ed you, liked your statuses, comment your photos.

But all of them remain unreplied.

I was a fool thinking that you were busy to.
You simply just.. not into me.

I didn't give up.
I continued giving anything I could.
Treat you some foods.
Birthday presents.
Things that made you happy.
To show my affection.
And hopefully, you would return the feelings.

It was no avail.

You were all taking but no giving.

Aside from the smiles that I saw on your face when you see me,
You were trying to tell me to go away, weren't you?

Many times have I tried to tell you, but I was too scared.
Too scared to hear the answer.

Until that day.
The day when I decided I couldn't get hurt anymore.
I've gone through enough of loving you one-sidedly.

I told you.
That simple 3 words.
"I like you"
Because I know, how much I tried to express my feelings,
the answer would be the same.

"No"

Just as expected.
It didn't hurt at all.
I don't feel anything.
Because from day one, I know where this might lead.

Instead, I felt satisfied.
Everything is over.

But somehow, when I was alone in my room, hearing melancholy songs of Yuna or Katy Perry or 'What Can I Do' by The Corrs, or come across random songs that says 'I miss you',

It's YOU.
You're the person I think of.

I miss you.
And I will continue to, until I find someone who can fill the empty space of my heart.